House and Home

My appartment was filled with love. The smell of my mom's cooking in the morning. It was beautiful; I loved life. It was all good and fun. My life was like a normal baby's. Then my father heard a fire alarm, so we ran down the stairs. Thankfully, it was a false alarm. While I was in my dad's arms, I felt the love. I was still scared and frightened, but when I was in my dads arms, all my fear was gone. Everything was easy, and I felt all the love in my dads arms. Once that was over, we bought a new house. The house turned to a home life again. All was peaceful. I was four when I had to go to school. I cried day till night when I saw my father. I felt happy. I was happy. I had to keep going to school, but I had to handle it. Whenever I got home, I was all alone. I was sad. When my family came home, it was so different. We bought another new house, which turned into my new home. I got new friends, and they made my heart to feel like I was home. Then my school turned to home. School was not my real home, but it still a place where I can sit and enjoy hanging out with my friends.